in unquiet times.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
There’s a beauty in moving forward that cannot be achieved by taking the path of least resistance.
Often the things that you fear the most never come to pass and the unimaginable becomes the reality.
For me photography is a meditation that both calms and inspires me.
This intimate landscape reminded me so much of a painting done by my father. So much so that it felt like I was seeing it through his eyes and once again my camera became the brush with which I paint.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I couldn’t love you more!
It’s an illusion that photos are made with the camera….they are made with the eye, heart and head.
Henri Cartier Bresson
Some week-ends are perfect.
Single digit temperatures, sunshine, glittering snow.
A great friend, a great meal, a great evening with Viggo Mortensen.
Perfect light for perfect photoshoots.
Nature at her absolute best and painting exquisite intimate landscapes upon the canvas’ that I presented to her.
Winter…the most beautiful of seasons.
in a fragile package.
…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.
Orhan Pamuk, Snow
Winter is fast approaching and it does bring its challenges but for me it is one of the most beautiful and picturesque times of year.
I love an opportunity to photograph nature as it appears, these tiny intimate landscapes that are so often overlooked. When you find something this transient that you’d like to photograph, get your shot because this type of subject matter doesn’t linger, but then move around and look at it from different angles. Simply changing your position can make a huge difference with the available light and composition.
In the eyes of those who only see snow as something to be endured perhaps take a moment next time it is falling and appreciate its fragility and uniqueness.
Vapor condensing onto dust particles in the atmosphere…a gift from nature.
every drop matters.
Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
This time of year as we head into fire season I am grateful for every drop that falls. Memories from last year as smoke filled the air day after day from forest fires are still too fresh.
On this morning as I walked amongst the tall grasses in my pasture that sparkled from the night’s rainstorm I spotted this one drop.
Sheer beauty in its delicate heart shaped form and so transient in its nature. One breath of wind and it would be gone.
I have a friend who connects deeply to heart shapes that she finds in nature and it brought a smile to my face knowing how much she would love this one drop.
Click…its the little things that matter and yes, it’s (almost always) about the water.
on a winter morning.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
My morning started out with listening to Whiter Shade of Pale; a song that never fails to bring back an abundance of good memories. It also is the song that springs to mind when I am photographing winter scenes.
I love this time of year and find myself working in tandem with mother nature as she throws down the most exquisite frost patterns and formations. There is a fragility to these scenes with conditions changing rapidly and if one blinks…the moment could be lost forever. I find it to be quite a work-out to do justice to what my eyes are seeing especially with light playing such a role in these images. There is never a better time to move around and look from all angles before capturing the moment.
This is a magical time of year when everything is not yet covered in a blanket of snow so fall colors can still blend with the wintry mood and have one last showing.
It is the perfect time to pull out that macro lens and search for the most intimate of landscapes…but bundle up because baby it’s cold outside.
An added note…
As I proof read this prior to publishing, the word fragility leaps off of the page as news begins to filter through about the attacks in Paris. My heart goes out to the people of France.